The light elf thinks for a moment, and then answers. 'Sinya Palurin. I wish to go to Sinya Palurin. I have heard many stories about it, more than any other place, and I would like to travel there. Have you ever been there?'

Toshak walks as fast as he can without falling down, and reaches the patches of vegetation. There are a few edible roots poking up through the ground, and he hurriedly pulls them out and devours them. These are very bitter, but I don't care! They are sweeter than anything else right now.

After he feels a bit better, he carries on through the desert, Ishan by his side.

'I'm not exactly certain, but I think we might be nearing the edge of the desert,' he says after a few hours of walking. 'Why was that lamp there, lying in the sands?'

Oh no, no, no. Not sure how welcome I would be. My cousin used to be the leader of the Tribe, Warmaster Safina... you don't happen to know if she's still...alive? he said the last word in as matter-of-fact tone as he could muster but it was obvious he cared greatly about the answer.

He then began to chant under his breath, the orb glowed slightly. Then he marched off away from the desert.

'No, I don't know. I haven't seen the Kor for many years, but last time I saw them Safina was still alive,' Toshak replied. When Ishan began to walk away he waved goodbye, and called out 'Thank you for all that you have done!'